A wanton harlot is meant to be used

Emmaline rode the two cocks inside her as best she could. With both holes filled, however, it was becoming difficult for her to manage her movements as well as before. Everything was rougher, baser than she had intended, and that fact was driving her mad with delight. Emmaline felt herself relax, giving in as the inquisitor started to move his hips, fucking her while she did her best to accommodate both cocks. With less control over her movements, Emmaline couldn't focus on the Bishop's cock quite as well as before-- she could only hope and pray that he would still be pleased.

With the inquisitor beginning to fuck her in earnest, it didn't take long for Emmaline's second orgasm to wash over her. She cried out, grabbing on desperately to the man in front of her as it overtook her. Her mind flashed white for an instant, and Emmaline felt her as though her world was tensing up with each ripple of pleasure.

When she finally came back too, Emmaline found herself staring up into the inquisitor's eyes, hoping that perhaps he was a weaker man than the Bishop, and that she might, finally find some sort of acknowledgement from him.

The inquisitor gave a long grunt, holding her gaze as his cock spasmed, filling Emmaline with hot cream. His lips curled in a sneering smile, his eyes glittering with sated lust as he pulled out of her. She gave a low moan at the sudden emptiness of her pussy, then groaned as another inquisitor took his place, filling her again as she squealed in joy, still shuddering with aftershocks of orgasm.

"Yes! Oh Yes!" she moaned eagerly, writhing between the two men, loving the feel of two cocks buried in her helpless body. Strong hands mauled her flesh, squeezing and kneading her as she was used like a doll.

"Just a Harlot," she thought happily. "A wanton brazen Harlot. Drunk on cocks." The thought and the sensation of being used like degraded fuck meat started another building orgasmic pressure inside her, driven by the thick thrusting cocks in her holes and fueled by the submission in her mind.

Emmaline looked out past the inquisitor, noting the remaining inquisitors in the room. She wanted them, she wanted more. Like the greedy slut she was, Emmaline wanted all the cocks she could get, but the Bishop's commanded patience was denying her that, once again, he was denying her what she truly wanted.

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This chapter was co-authored by Shandy (https://chyoa.com/user/Shandy)-- Shandy is the author of Fox in the Henhouse and The Peril's of Lisa-- please check out his stuff! :)